Today I have introduced lots of flies to my bonnet, screen and mirror caps, some pasty crumbs to the upholstery and no doubt a few more stone chips to the front end.
I’ve also completely decided DSG is definitely not what it should be.
I’d been warming to it again over the last week just pootling about, but today after 150 miles of dual carriageway and narrow lanes it really isn’t good. It could be good but it ain’t.
This car has 400Nm of torque. That’s quite a lot. A gentle squeeze of the pedal at 65 mph should see it surge to 69.9 almost instantly. But no. It has a think, slips the clutch and jumps down a gear. Had it left the thing in gear at 2000 rpm it would have been at the speed limit in microseconds. If I would had tickled the nugget into S mode instead it probably would have dropped three gears and gone ballistic.
Then, once again, when presented with granite hedged rural lanes it dithers about on every uphill bend. f
Firstly caught totally off boost time and again, and then it has an internal discussion meeting including several calls to head office before selecting a random gear which either continues to be off boost or clutch slips into too low a gear before immediately rushing back up the box again once past 30mph. During which time the dawdling old lady in her micro-car nearly rear ends my 300PS sports hatch whilst it buggers about with clutches and cogs making no meaningful forward progress.
Rubbish. Utterly rubbish.
To think that I used to be a bit envious of DSG drivers with their über efficient microprocessor controlled cog-boxes.
The rest of the car is (mostly) utterly brilliant.
